Chen Luoyang's words roused the spirits of everyone from the Demon Cult in the hall.
Wang Fei's loss of face was his own matter, but the Demon Cult as a whole had lost face, and they needed to get it back.
Chen Luoyang's gaze landed on Desolate Yuntian. ""Where's the information I asked you to investigate?"
" Most of them have been returned, and a few are still being collected. " Desolate Yuntian handed over a jade slip.
Although the raging earth fire under the Demon Cult's headquarters had subsided, the Zhurong Burning Sky Array could not be restored for a while and could only barely be maintained.
The headquarters no longer had the advantage to defend.
Thus, seeing that his sect master had already made up his mind, Desolate Yuntian no longer tried to persuade him and instead tried his best to cooperate.
Chen Luoyang opened the jade slip and examined it for a moment before putting it away. He then threw it back and Desolate Yuntian hurriedly caught it.
